Y/N is just a normal girl, with a normal life. At least it is normal to her. Ever since her little brother, Tommy, was killed at the young age of 4 by her father, her mother has been blaming her for it ever since. Your father has long since gone to jail and has been executed so the only person your mother had to blame was you. You soon couldn't take her daily beatings and seeing her drunk 24/7 didn't help your case either. Soon one thing leads to another and lets just say, you meet a certain Slenderman who takes you to a group of people that change your life forever. Your soon lonely life is now filled with the love of your murderous friends, little did you know most of them loved you in a way more than you could ever know. -NOTE- The cover that is currently on this book was NOT made by me, all rights are reserved to the creator of it but sadly I couldn't find the creator.... ;-; sorry (I also don't own Creepypasta or you so.... ON WIT DA STORY!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧)

Y/n is just a average girl with loving parents and a great life, so what happens when one little event changes her whole life.

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.

This story might be taken down soon.

COLLECTION OF CREEPYPASTA STORIES >> Creepypsta is a collection of horror and paranormal stories Since I can't use my laptop more often... I just post some creepypasta stories here as a collection for me to read in my phone :) And also because other wattpadians takes too much time to update their creepypasta collection YOU guys are free to read. PG13 I take no credit from the stories here >> Stories found @ http://creepypasta.wikia.com/

(Y/n)- your name has a "second personality" who he refers to as Sane. He escaped the asylum he was locked away in at age five. He finally escaped after three years of torture You run into the woods and are cornered...just has you thought you were finished...some unexcepted savoirs come in. I do not own the picture for the cover nor do I own the creepypastas Highest Rank: #73 In Random Lowest Rank: #965 In Random

Kira was no ordinary girl. She grew up in a research facility known as Phoenix Corp., used for experiments, and most of all, she had psychic powers. One day, she heard that they were going to open up her head and study her brain. Of course, she couldn't let that happen, so she escaped. As she walked through the woods near the building she used to reside in, she found a mansion. This mansion was full of killers that didn't look like normal beings.

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.